Once there was a girl made of blown glass,
Delicate and transparent,
She sat in a menagerie all day long as time passed,
And on Wednesday afternoons her owner took her out,
He placed her on the windowsill so the light could shine through
And brighten his dreary world and make everything look new.
One day a thief stole her fine form made from glass,
The owner seeked this thief out and he kicked his ass,
Now she is kept under lock and key,
Not even allowed out to take a pee.
5:26 PM 5/9/2013 ©
Thanks for the giggles... ;)
Thanks for the giggles... ;)
Copyright © JessterStarshine
Being as she she was made of
Being as she she was made of glass, she didn't even care since she never peed anyway. So it's a happy ending. Glad you liked it.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "